I was lying down and the phone rang
I got up, turned on my lamp
The one who called me was my love
Who whispered in a feverish voice
I was trapped in the elevator
Havà We left with a nice group
We ate feijoada, cabbage and ham
As we were leaving she was feeling ill
The service elevator was undergoing maintenance ÃÂo
She went up to social
On the phone my love cried
He didn't even tell me how the doorman opened it
Now see what the situation is
I don't know whether to speak badly about the bean harvest
Or about the imperfection of the Brazilian industry

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